Butterflies keep on
merry-making inside my stomach.
From the very day
memories took birth
in the basements of my mind,
butterflies started merry-making
inside my stomach
upsetting my peace and tranquility.
As long as butterflies continue their hobbies
peace and tranquility would continue to be
mirage to me.
But with the passage of time
butterflies would turn out to be
my friends banishing their enmity.
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